Pen Pals

My very first pen pal was my uncle.
Uncle Dennis. 
I was ten years old or thereabouts and he was in the Army.
I don't recall who sent that first letter but, there were many letters
& oh the joy of receiving each and every one.

I remember the days of patiently waiting on our front porch for 'Mr Mailman'.
I'd happily run that mail inside to Mom.
Here ! Here !
She would sort through and ... and ... and... YES !
A Letter !!
It was such a wonderful feeling of glee.

I'm pretty sure I still have my uncle's letters.
They should be tucked away, deep inside my attic.
I put them there years ago.
I just couldn't bring myself to throw them out so, I didn't.
My letters and I will be reunited soon because that attic is next on my list of to dos.
YaY.
I can't wait !

There is nothing in this world like a handwritten letter.
Me to You.
I'll take the time and you'll take the time and we will write to each other.
Back and forth and back and forth.
Your thoughts. My thoughts.
Your personalized penmanship.
My personalized penmanship.

awwww.
Memories.

When I was in high school my very best friend in the whole wide world and I would write notes.
I remember sitting in Study Hall bored out of my mind because Anna wasn't there.
So.
I would write her a note
& I would tell her all about my boring Study Hall and whatever else I had on my mind that day.
We would see each other in between classes or at lunch and exchange our precious correspondence
& although some would call me a letter hoarder, I'm so hoping my Anna notes are tucked away in my attic too.
It will be an awesome trip back to a wonderfully naive time.

awwww.
Handwriting.

Just the other day as I was sorting through some mundane mail, something oh so refreshing caught my eye.
It was a handwritten, no special occasion, it's not even my birthday card from my very thoughtful friend Carol.
She took the time out of her busy life to send me a card.
A wonderful card of encouragement
& the beautiful thing is, she has sent me other cards, on other days.
They are my little handwritten reminders from my very nice person
& they always seem to arrive, like magic, when I need them most.
& yep
I tuck them away in a very special spot.
I look at Carol's cursive words every time I need a boost of 'Oh Yes I Can !"
& yep
I will save them forever.

Handwriting.
Signatures.
Person to Person.
Taking the time to sit down and write.
Not type.
Not text.
Write.

Dear Me:
I think a trip to the post office is in your near future.
You need to mail out some handwritten glee to a lot of lovely people.
Sincerely yours,
Me

:)

I Am My Feelings